She skimmed through it until she found a picture that she especially liked. It was a color photo of a man and a woman embracing. The man had his steel...y wet sword, so hot that it had turned blue, stuffed up the woman's spread twat lips. The furry wet beaver hairs were coated with a slippery looking ooze. It made Sharon hot just to look at the picture of the two naked people. She was tempted, there in the bookstore, to slide her fingers down between her soft blonde loins and start to work out on. She hasspanked me here, and recorded it on the hi-fi. She plays it back occasionallyat high volume. The worst punishment is when She ignores me though. Then I know I've reallyupset Her. She normally spanks me afterwards, but to be honest with myself,the spanking is a relief. Sometimes she glances at the riding crops, then at me, smiles and shakesher head slightly, as if now is not the time. I daren't ask, daren't make asound. I would like to say that I am not obsessed with the crops, but I. Ed's apartment was on the top floor and he had a very good view of the city and the breeze kept the small patio cool in the summer. Every tenant had 2 assigned parking spots so Ed kept his vehicles he used for surveillance at parking lots around town, lots usually owned by ex-clients or friends.Ed got out of the van and opened the passenger side door. Betty turned and looked as if searching for something that was familiar. He put out his hand and helped her out of the van. Betty almost tripped. “This way,” she instructed, tugging me.We drifted eight feet to the side of the boat. She held onto it for support and said, “Good. Now kiss me. You haven’t kissed me today.”I did. Yet again, I was transported by a simple kiss, so illicit and exciting, Rory’s lips so soft and warm. Her eyes twinkled and closed. Then she murmured pleasure and my body responded, arousal stealing in. It surged when Rory’s hand brushed the front of my swimming suit. With a gasp, I ended the kiss and backed.